Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of weekend.
Your Perks: 1) Boots and shoes from the heart of New York City’s Garment District. 2) Two-button suits and blazers all the way from Britain. They’ve traveled a great distance to be with you. 3) A limited-edition liter bottle of Hennessy cognac. Celebrate accordingly.
In South Beach: You can now eat lobster and caviar at Versace’s former digs. So go
do that.
In Coconut Grove: Michael Schwartz has decided that you deserve a second location of
Harry’s for your next slow-roasted-pork-pie-and-polenta-fries date. Less specific dates: also an option.
Grandmaster Flash will be at Basement Miami this Saturday. At 11pm. For one night only. It’s part of that whole III Points festival thing. We promise this is the last declarative sentence.
Some days you think to yourself, “When will this city ever tire of plying me with lobster omelets, brioche french toast and bottomless Bloodys and prosecco for brunch.” Then you realize the answer is never and head to Prime Fish for all of the above at their new brunch. Silly thoughts.
The mural is a storied art form with plenty of history. Same with tequila. And now, the two are coming together for a Día de los Muertos–inspired wall art competition that you’ll help judge along with your old friend, tequila. Okay, “friend.”
When you think of the ’80s, do you think about David Lee Roth in spandex? Kimmy Gibbler’s hair? ALF? Thankfully, there are no wrong answers at Better Days’ new ’80s-themed karaoke nights. Just solid inspiration. Feel free to be inspired by not-those-things as well.
